The sky is getting darker, and the fog is getting thicker. The carriage just rolled over a stone, and Tarina threw herself into Burris's arms in the bumps. When she hugged the child, Burris was startled. Her body was exuding compelling heat, and her skin was hotter than any fever patient that Burris had ever seen. This symptom must be "forced infection" undoubtedly.

The magic spoiler is torturing her, tearing her, this process will cause the person to have a high fever and dehydration, and in severe cases, skin and mucous membrane bleeding will occur. The rate of development of "compulsory infection" varies, one or two years slower, and the fastest one takes more than ten days. Tarina's course of disease develops ridiculously fast, surpassing all the cases that Burris has read.

This rate of deterioration must be related to the elements of purgatory. It is said that the methods of casting spells of purgatory creatures and human warlocks are very similar. The strength of both depends on the power of blood. The method of casting spells is to sense the element first, then absorb, manipulate, and release it... The difference is that in purgatory Some of the elements do not exist in the world, so purgatory magic is very different from the magic of human warlocks.

So, what if the human warlock absorbed the elements of purgatory...? Will successful people increase their strength? Will the loser die crazy?

Will the red vultures of the Falling Moon Mountains be the initiator of all this? Or is he just a victim, and there are more dangerous things hidden behind him?

Burris stopped the carriage. Now Tarina needs a lot of drinking water, and needs the call and company of her relatives. In some cases, the "forced infection" patient can strengthen the will to survive due to the call of the relatives and fight against the magic spoiler...Although this may not save her, it can at least allow her to buy more time.

Charles and the maid were by the carriage, and the others stood far away, leaving only a faint outline in the fog. The maid carefully fed Tarina with water, and Charles carefully took out the cushion on his sister's seat and fluffed it, and brought her another blanket.

Burris couldn't help asking: "Sir Charles, it seems you are used to taking care of her like this?"

The trainee knight looked down: "Our mother died when she was very young, and my father and Norad were busy with government affairs, and I was the only one with her at ordinary times. Norad and I are happier than her, Nora De’s childhood had parents and two parents, and my childhood had both parents and elder brothers... But Tarina lost her mother when she was young, and her father rarely took care of her personally... Her childhood was almost only me. But seriously, she It was not like this before, she was just a little timid, but she had never been so weak..."

Burris stood beside Charles and patted him on the shoulder in approval. Compared to Shire, Norad seemed to be less careful. Norad is ten years older than Charles and sixteen years older than Tarina. He really has nothing in common with the siblings. However, his interest does not seem to be government affairs, but the boys and girls who are not related to him...

Xia Er thought quietly for a while, and whispered: "Your Excellency, I want to ask you something... Maybe my idea is silly, don't make fun of me."

"Please tell me, I'm happy to help you out." Burris found himself admiring the young man more and more.

"Did you know, my mother was like this before she was killed... At first, her temperament changed drastically and her emotions were extremely unstable. Then she began to faint, had a high fever, and became unable to recognize us... You said, Tarina would not Will also..."

Burris looked at him, looked at the little girl in the carriage, and decided to tell the truth: "Sir Charles, I don’t want to lie to you. Tarina’s situation is indeed dangerous. You can also see what we saw along the way. They are all very weird, and this fog is not a natural phenomenon. I believe...Tarina’s problems are also related to these."

"You can save her, right?" Charles asked expectantly.

Burris saved Tarina once, and Charles hoped that everything would go well this time. But the mage just looked sadly at the direction of the team's advancement and did not give a clear answer. Charles lowered his head and did not ask any more questions.

At this time, the maid stepped out of the carriage holding the small kettle, and Tarina suddenly stood up. She turned her head and looked in a certain direction, her eyes widened, her eyes seemed to be chasing some living thing in the fog...

There was a bad premonition in Burris. He can disperse the nearby fog temporarily, but he can't keep it for too long, because he doesn't want to waste this opportunity, so he hasn't cast spells. Now my instinct tells him that it's time.

He had just read the first character when a gust of wind rushed in front of him. The wind is in the blink of an eye, and there is no process from weak to strong. The maid fell to the ground, the knights crashed into each other, the horses roared in shock, and the carriage swayed and rammed.

Burris tried desperately to stand still, but was hit by a circling carriage. He heard Charles yelling Tarina's name, followed by a series of panicked footsteps...

"Bo...Kreve!" A gentle hand lifted the wizard up, pulled out his hair, and pressed his handkerchief on his head.

Burris realized that his forehead had been hit by the carriage, and blood was dripping down his cheeks on his robe. Lot rushed over to hug him and looked at him with concern.

The wind suddenly subsided, and the dense fog was not blown away at all. Burris looked around, and sure enough, Tarina and Charles were gone.

He pushed Lott's hand away and cast the spell in the direction where he heard the footsteps. A piece of fog was pushed away with his gesture, revealing the woods and fork roads outside the main road.

"Black Pine!" Burris shouted, "Come with me to disperse the fog!" After he finished speaking, he added a similar spell himself, and the thick fog lost another piece.

The black pine was lifted to the ground by the wind, just now crawling back into the bone chair. He drove the chair around and released two fog-removing spells one after another, which temporarily pushed the dense fog away a bit.

There were footprints everywhere on the dirt road outside the main road, and some rotten flesh and blood were scattered, as if a group of carrion corpses had rushed past... and about a hundred yards in front of them was the first city wall of Silver Falcon Fort.

Their spell effects will not last long. The natural mist will be at the mercy of the caster, and the mist seems to be alive, and the newly torn opening will soon close again.

A clamor broke out at the end of the team. In the chaos just now, the corpses in the prison car broke the lock and escaped. A knight caught one of them and nailed it to the ground with a spear. The corpse struggled in place, paddling all fours in vain, and its face kept facing northwest.

After this tossing, the soldiers on the far wall also saw the situation on the road. The city guard sent two teams of soldiers to meet the prince, but Prince Ranto stood there in a daze, unable to give an order.

The city guard said that they did see a group of scary guys running from the road. It was already a little foggy at that time, they thought it was where the refugees came, and they didn't even see that it was a group of corpses in the cemetery. However, the corpses did not hit the gate of Silver Falcon Castle, but scattered and disappeared on the nearby small road.

Burris thought, because they are not going to the city, but the Falling Moon Mountains, the corpse in the prison car, and maybe even Tarina... There is some kind of power in the mountains that dominates them, summons them, and waits to become Their master.

The only exception is Sir Charles. He should have disappeared to catch up with his sister. But even if he was sober, it would be difficult for him to face the unknown in the mountain alone.

Prince Ranto gradually recovered from the panic and ordered the soldiers present to be divided into several groups and track all the footprints. When he was about to give his eldest son an order, Burris walked over and bowed: "Your Highness, I and other spellcasters will also participate in the search."

"Very well," the prince wiped the sweat from his forehead, "but you can wipe your face first... you have blood on your face."

"I'm okay, it's just a little scratch. Human scalp bleeds easily." Burris deliberately didn't want to wipe off the blood. This blood might still be useful after a while... Some spells require the blood of the caster, and the finger is cut specifically It hurts, "Your Highness, I suggest you don't let Sir Norad participate in the action."

"Why?" the prince asked. A gleam of gratitude flashed in the eyes of Norad beside him.

"His Royal Highness, do you remember what the dead assassins wanted to do to you?" Burris said, "Your birthplace is in the capital, not in the Silver Falcon. You are relatively safe here, but your children are different. Now... They should all be born locally, right?"

Norad didn't know what this meant, but Prince Ranto was very clear. Someone wants to kill him, want him to die near his birthplace, so that he will be turned into something like that group of assassins, retain a certain IQ before his death, and absolutely obey the new owner...

Burris went on to say: "Your Royal Highness, something dangerous is lurking in the mountains. For you and us, the worst result is nothing but death; and for people born here, they may be evil. Dominated by the casters... so I suggest that Sir Nollard stay in the city. If you have enough manpower, I even suggest that you try not to send local-born soldiers to participate in the search and rescue."

The prince listened to the advice of the mage and reorganized the team. Soldiers participating in the operation must report their birthplace, the farther away from Silver Falcon Castle, the better. Nollard hurried into the gate with a group of people, with a relieved expression on his handsome face.

Both Prince Ranto and Black Pine are familiar with mountains and are looking at the map to study and search for routes. Burris sorted out magic items and medicinal materials, hoping to be fully prepared in case of danger.

If there is no problem of soul out-of-sync, if the ability to cast spells returns to normal, he will be more confident... and now he can only hope for the knights and black pine.

As for the Bone Maharajah, his role may be very limited. With a large number of enemies, he cannot rush to kill a group of people one by one...

The Bone Maharaja was standing aside, staring at the mist that slowly closed.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. The whites of his eyes became hollow black, and the ice blue iris was replaced by a cluster of fire.

"Siegerfee*, answer me." The Bone Maharaja spoke with his consciousness, probing the place of the creation in silence, "Siegerfee, where are you? Wake up and respond to me..."

Augelia has the power of the necromancer, is good at attacking and killing, like ruthless rulings; Siegfei is the power of purgatory, good at **** and erosion, like the whispers of the devil...

The purgatory magic fluctuated in response, but the bone maharaja never heard an accurate answer.

When the distance is close enough, he can easily find Augilia, because she is a complete and sober individual. But Siegfried is different. He either hasn't awakened yet, or is unconscious even though he is awake...

Too much power overflowed on this land, and the ubiquitous elements of purgatory simply formed a blindfold. The scope was too large for him to see the location of Siegfried.

"Siegerfee, wake up soon..." Lotbald continued to mutter silently, "If you continue, you will create demons that shouldn't exist in the world... and then you won't be able to wake up again."

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*Note: Siegfried, Augilia, the names are all names in the three-dimensional, but the stem is indeed from Swan Lake, including the name Lotbard (and Odette who did not appear...), These names were taken by the Skeleton Lord...

But on the other hand, the relationship between these people, the identity and personality of each person is completely different from Swan Lake, and has nothing to do with Swan Lake, so Siegfried will not be a prince (what is he, he will appear in the future... ……………)